Herod Plans His Response

Here is 'Road to Bethlehem', the final night. The groups coming through were bigger tonight- as many as 40 at a time. It went well.

I left Marshmallow at home since her leg isn't quite right yet. We managed to get the pregnant pony to make an appearance, but convincing her to get back on the trailer was a very different story. In the end, four men were required to tip the trailer since she rejected every other form of step and ramp. She stood on my ex-husband's injured toe. Another lady and myself cajoled and bribed, pushed and pulled, clicked, stroked and whispered. The pastor even came and prayed. Eventually she got up. Thankfully, it is the last night, and she will cease to be the show pony.

Meanwhile, the boy ate something to which he is very allergic. We had a panic to find the antihistamines, then watched with crossed fingers as his face puffed up and he started to cough. He vomited twice and has collapsed into exhausted sleep. I'm rather glad this day is over...!